Rock and crawl
I haven't done it before, I'm going to post a song whose music is not ready yet and maybe the song either, but think of a silly R&R kind of.
Everything, was hopeful, before you came,
Blue pill, dopamine in our hands.
Why do people, need metaphors, games, and pain.
Is it fun? To be covered with bands?
Reading music, hearing words, having fun on the couch,
Seems like sound is just a drug for your eyes.
Waking up, from the past, that was and is still sad,
Is it me or is it fun when life flies.
Goodbye, goodbye my bad old past.
Hello, hello my carefree now.
Goodbye, goodbye my good old past.
Hello, hello my empty life.
Everything was a lie, joy from goals we could set,
Blue pill, dopamine from a rhyme.
Where are you, when I am, all alone in this game.
Is it fun to see me crawl on my hands?
Can it be, is it me, or are we having fun.
Is it here I’ve always been in my mind.
Who needs you, you’re a guide, thanks for showing the way.
It’s all births, you ache, you try, and you fly.
So easy when the audience is numb.
No goal as high as I used to aim.
So hard to find a critic that shouts.
When even you give up on the flame! HEY!!
What’s a meaning, of a song, does it have one at all.
So smart, don’t repeat, don’t rhyme.
But what’s a meaning, of a sound, that was once in MY soul.
And by now is just as far as they are.
Goodbye, goodbye my bad old past.
Hello, hello my carefree now.
Goodbye, goodbye my good old past.
Hello, hell yea, the future is bright.
Everything, was hopeful, before you came,
Blue pill, dopamine in our hands.
Why do people, need metaphors, games, and pain.
Is it fun? To be covered with bands?
Reading music, hearing words, having fun on the couch,
Seems like sound is just a drug for your eyes.
Waking up, from the past, that was and is still sad,
Is it me or is it fun when life flies.
Goodbye, goodbye my bad old past.
Hello, hello my carefree now.
Goodbye, goodbye my good old past.
Hello, hello my empty life.
Everything was a lie, joy from goals we could set,
Blue pill, dopamine from a rhyme.
Where are you, when I am, all alone in this game.
Is it fun to see me crawl on my hands?
Can it be, is it me, or are we having fun.
Is it here I’ve always been in my mind.
Who needs you, you’re a guide, thanks for showing the way.
It’s all births, you ache, you try, and you fly.
So easy when the audience is numb.
No goal as high as I used to aim.
So hard to find a critic that shouts.
When even you give up on the flame! HEY!!
What’s a meaning, of a song, does it have one at all.
So smart, don’t repeat, don’t rhyme.
But what’s a meaning, of a sound, that was once in MY soul.
And by now is just as far as they are.
Goodbye, goodbye my bad old past.
Hello, hello my carefree now.
Goodbye, goodbye my good old past.
Hello, hell yea, the future is bright.